June 12, 2012

  • Sometimes . . .

    Sometimes I get this feeling about the future, that I'll screw things and end up in personal and professional shambles.  Kind of like this:

     
     

    Source:  http://www.gocomics.com/9chickweedlane

    Job for now . . . never lets up.  I'm tired.  No surprise. 

    I have a creative project brewing so I hope I can find time for it soon. 

    Day 199 - 3 miles before going to the asthma doc who confirmed Pollengeddon was at its worst the last month but he thinks it's going down in a couple of weeks.  I hope that's true.  He's on the verge of upping my breathing meds but wants to try getting the allergies under control first.  Cool.  But whatever fries my liver less, that's what I want.